My Two Eyes - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
My two eyes seem dead
like the dead rivers of Bangladesh
where there is no sign of water now.
But within my heart
there flows a sweet river
very dark and deep;
the tide of pain rises there
twenty four hours every day.
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